13 July 2007

The country I wish I could love.

About this nation, I long to say these words without holding back a mite of affection: Oh Singapore, I adore every grain of sand on your beauteous isle, each grain a genuine purchase from the shores of Indonesia and gleaming with bleached whiteness in the sun. I pledge to defend you from shore to ever-expanding shore, oh milk-generous motherland. Upon your grade A breasts do our best, most educated minds suckle, so they mayst govern with enlightenment.I dream of the day when I may free my now-trammelled soul to sing of my island home, with right hand over my heart, as a patriotic tear trickles down my right cheek, and fall upon the sacred ground (more precious than gold, and ever-appreciating in value per square foot, day by glorious day!) To feel a wash of pride as I gaze upon the annual fireworks, each spark making a statement about our IRAS statements whilst flashing across costly national airspace. But instead, I must abashedly admit, that when invaders
mock your laws and culture, I sometimes nod in agreement.Because banning chewing gum is stupid in anyone's books, even those branded EM3.

5 comments:

As I recall, you did tell a certain French foreigner to get out of the country if he didn't like singlish, didn't you? Everyone gave you the thumbs up. You were tired like a camel's back and he had the straw to break it, telling your friends to speak French instead of 'Singlish with the LAHs and LOHs'. You do love your country. So there.